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That could be dangerous.

Good morning, Angelo.

Glad to see you on your feet again.

Let's dispense with the bull.

There's a stockholders' meeting

in less than an hour.

I'd like this settled first.

Leave us alone.

Who the hell do you think you are,

barging in here, ordering people around?

I said leave us.

Go on, Dan.

I'll be in my office if you need me.

Exactly, uh, uh, what do you want?

Your resignation.

Well, you're quite funny.

Try laughing at that.

What makes you think I'll stand for blackmail?

Feeling that you don't want to go to jail.

I did what I thought good for the company.

You did what you thought

would hurt your grandfather the most...

trying to wreck this company.

I've been trying to reach you all week.

Where were you?

Trying to save your car.

That's over.

You gave me a job.

If I give an order, you obey it.

Look at this. May I?

You might want to change your order.

Turns out your hunch was right, sir.

Loren hired mark Sampson to smear the Betsy.

Why?

For God's sake,

why?

In my judgment,

the Betsy was an unsound investment for this company.

Crap. You know damn well it was a winner.

So why hire Sampson to kill it, huh?

I want to know!

All right. I will tell you why.

Because it was a way of stopping you,

grandfather.

You hate me that much?

All those years you stayed away,

clipping your coupons in Florida,

minding your business,

I could... I could tolerate you, just barely.

But once you decided to get back in

and take over and run me like you did my father

and destroy me like you murdered him,

I said no, damn it.

I'll give him a taste of what he gave his own son...

humiliation, despair, defeat.

So finally the poor bastard shot himself.

You blame me for that?

Stick around, Angelo.

He's not the lovable old philanthropist

that he's depicted, you know.

He's earned the name, number one.

That's all he's ever thought of himself.

His cars, his women...

And you see...

One of them was my mother.

Jesus. And he asks why I would want to stop him,

why the hell I hate him.

Loren...

My father killing himself while they were...

What?

Yes.

I saw you. I knew.

Loren, you mustn't blame your mother.

There were things about your father...

You never knew.

Believe me,

she was a good woman.

I hope you rot in hell!

You don't need have any worries on that score.

You can leave now, Angelo.

The odd thing is, Loren, I'm on your side.

I came here to vote against building the Betsy.

Excuse me, sir.

I think under the circumstances...

Loren will vote with me,

since I'm sure he doesn't want to go to jail.

Back off now, will you?

You've done a great job.

Go now with my thanks.

No, sir. Not while I control the company.

You control nothing.

Get the hell out of it!

Have you forgotten that you gave 40%

of the voting stock to Betsy?

Her stock votes my way.

No, sir.

This is her proxy.

40%,

made out to me.

And this is Alicia's.

Jesus.

This is a notarized statement of intent

to exercise my option on 2% of the voting stock.

I so exercise herewith

under the terms of my employment contract.

Here is a cashier's check for 1/4 the value,

the balance payable in 30 days,

as also specified in the contract,

which gives me control, sir, of 51%.

Let me see that. Give it here.

How'd you lay your hands on this kind of money?

Where'd it come from?

Never mind where it came from.

It's going into the Betsy.

I run the corporation from here on in.

The board will never stand for it.

I'll fire the board if I have to.

It's in the charter.

You wouldn't dare.

It's no use, grandfather.

He's in the catbird seat where you put him.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Yes.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

The board members are in there.

Thank you.

I'll tell you this, Angelo.

You have the makings of a good Hardeman.

God help you.

I'll announce my resignation at the meeting,

then nominate you to take my place as president.

That'll be fine.

Wait here. I'll call you in

after the votes have been taken.

I want you to stay on, by the way.

I know cars,

but that's only a small part of our business.

The rest is yours.

In what capacity?

Chairman of the board.

I figure there ought to be

at least one Hardeman in the company.

What about number one? That's always been his job.

I think he'll go quietly now.

Yes, sir.

This is Mr. Perino.

Get Betsy Hardeman on the telephone.

Tell her she has a dinner date Saturday night

with the president of Bethlehem motors.

Yes, sir.

Then put her through to me.

Are you troubled about something, Angelo?

Ha ha ha.

I just figured out

where you got your option money from...

your Uncle Jake.

Is that what's troubling you, my boy?

You misread me. I'm not at all troubled.

You can do better than that, Angelo.

Never shit a shitter. Come on.

But don't you worry.

They can be handled.

Really?

Yeah.

Years ago, when you were just on the way,

I had to take care of it.

I was mighty fond of him, too.

Him?

You haven't put it together yet, have you?

Your grandfather.

Like you, I owed him too much...

You know.

What the hell.

I bet a buck he was happier in Sicily.

Anyway, he got to die in a nice bed.

So don't you worry, son.

You got me behind you.

What do I do when you're gone?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Well...

Better learn fast.

Ha ha ha ha! Dynamite.